He called his cectpa for what seemed like the hundredth time. She answers right away. Screeching out loudly in his ear. (Cectpa-sister)

"идиот what now?" (идиот-idiot)

Instead of getting angry, he breathes in deeply before explaining why he needed to call again so soon.

"I can't find the last item on the list. Can you do without it?"

He waited for his sister to make a fit about him not being able to food shop on his own. His foresight when it comes to her is right per usual.

"I can't believe you. It's fine, as long as you got everything else."

Thank god.

"Okay see you in a bit."

Goodness knows he couldn't take more of her screaming like he's younger than her. He isn't. Kasia liked to get the upper hand whenever she could for as long as he could remember. Not that he gave up easily, but sometimes one has to know when to pick their battles. Especially when it's against their baby sister.

Knowing he got everything he finally relaxed. Well, almost everything. But who's counting. Kasia probably. For sure.

Let's check out and head back.

Along the way, he walked past someone who smelled like grounded cinnamon and cocoa butter. Their scent, not overpowering in nature but subtle, he almost couldn't put his finger on why it woke his senses so.

It makes him stop in his tracks, turn to discover who the scent belongs to. If he didn't know any better he'd think he was some kind of wolf the way he scrutinize the room, looking and sniffing the air. Retracing his steps his eyes landed on the most beautiful woman he's had the pleasure of laying them on.

She's walking towards the seafood section. He couldn't take his eyes off her from where he stood watching. Behind her so he didn't see her face but without a doubt, he knew she'd be perfect if there was such a thing. While she's covered from head to toe in a big willowy winter coat, he knew the body underneath would be sexy. Ripe for his touch.

If only I didn't have my obnoxious cectpa waiting for me to bring these groceries. I'd go up to her and strike up a conversation.

I don't want to, but with complete regret, I turn around walking away from the woman who has me whipped without even knowing her name.

Detka we'll meet again. (Detka-baby)

Real soon. I don't know how but I'm certain we will. I've always been a man who seems to get whatever I want, one way or another, and I want her.

She'll soon be mine. Mark my words.

This Target run wasn't a complete waste of my evening.

>>>>

"Finally. Took you long enough."

Is the first thing out Kasia's mouth, when I enter her apartment. Why this particular dinner is so important I have no idea? Kasia mentioned something about a special guest coming over. Who I don't remember.

I'm too busy picturing Detka from earlier. Is it even possible to be attracted to someone you've never seen? Someone should test this theory.

"Sorry. Do you need my help preparing dinner?"

Kasia rolls her as at me. As if to say when have I ever needed your help?

I love her but sometimes I want to choke her. But that's a twin sister for you I guess. We're fraternal but everyone swears we're identical. I guess it's from our shared features. The most distinctive difference between us is our

Height.

While Kasia is taller than the average American female, standing at 5'8, I'm even taller at 6'5. She loves to remind me that when we were growing up, she was the taller one until I had my growth spurt.

Since she doesn't need my assistance I go to the living room laying on my back. Closing my eyes I go back to earlier when I first lead eyes on her. There's something about her. Whatever it is I can't wait to find out what it is that has me so infatuated.

I can hear Kasia making noise in the kitchen while I slowly drift off on her expensive sofa. My feet hang over the side. She'll wake me up when it's time. I'm too tired to wait. Darkness encapsulates me as I dose away.

>>>>

"Thanks for coming. Come in."

I hear an unusually soft whisper from Kasia when I wake up. I hear two sets of footsteps entering the living room. Sitting up I wipe my fingers over my eyes in an attempt to clear the drowsiness.

That was a great nap.

I stand up seeing the back of Kasia and another woman she leads into the kitchen with her arm around her waist.

I go to her bathroom. Needing to wash the sleep from my eyes. Scooping cold water into my face then patting dry with one of the folded washcloths on the rack, then I drop it into the hamper.

I'm curious to find out who's Kasia's guest.

A friend. Maybe a girlfriend.

As I enter into the hallway that connects the living room with the kitchen I feel my phone vibrate with a text in my back pocket. Pulling it out I see a new message from старшая сестра. Which reads. (Older sister)

Don't forget about the date tomorrow at 1 pm.

See you tomorrow брат. (Brother).

I text back.

Thanks for the reminder.

See you guys tomorrow.

I put away my phone entering the dining area within the kitchen. Finding Kasia and her unknown guest making out. Yep girlfriend.

"Ehhm." I cough getting their attention.

Kasia's guest pulls away first. There's an ample amount of flush spread across her cheeks. I pull out the chair across my sister. Glancing between the two women.

"Let me introduce you," Kasia says to the woman beside her then turning to me.

"Layla meet my brother Kira, Kira meet Layla, my girlfriend."

I glance between them once more. Reaching over I shake Layla's hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Layla."

Layla murmurs. "It's nice to meet you too Kira."

"Alright, now that's over with, let's dig in," Kasia says.

Dinner is a quiet affair between the three of us. I eat the food prepared, observing the interaction between Kasia and her girlfriend. Layla seems like a nice enough person. Kasia must really like her if she's introducing her to me. That usually means it's someone she's serious about.

Which is not the norm. From memory, I can recall 2 other serious relationships Kasia's had over the years. Each of those being with women. I don't remember their names. But no matter.

I have questions I'd like to ask, but since it's our first encounter I won't ask them yet. I trust my sister's judgment with whoever she dates. Just as I know she trusts me with my own relationships.

>>>>

Once dinner ends I offer to wash the dishes which my sister takes me up upon. Kasia and Layla leave me at the sink escaping to Kasia's bedroom. Hopefully, I can finish before I hear them doing anything intimate. I love my sister. I don't love her any less for her sexuality but I'm her brother, I don't want to hear her that way no matter who she's with, man or woman.

I focus on doing the dishes, making sure my sleeves are rolled up before I begin. Scrubbing them with the regular yellow and green sponge and dawn dish liquid.

It quickly cuts any grease and residue making the washing faster. Before I know it I'm wiping around the sink, counter, knocking out the pieces of food into the garbage and lastly squeezing the excess water out of the sponge.

Drying my hands I glance at the clock on the stove, seeing it's late. I need to get going to my own apartment.

"Kasia, I'm heading out! You and Layla have a good night!"

I shout so the two hear me beyond the walls. I know they do when Kasia gets out.

"Night идиот. Make sure you drive safely. Text me when you're home."

"I will. Make sure to lock the door behind me."

With my goodbye, I exit her apartment. Time for me to head out. It's been a really long day.

>>>>

The next morning I wake at 8 am. Rolling over with loose muscles from a peaceful sleep. I hadn't dreamt anything but I wished I'd dreamt of Detka. She's the first thing on my mind today.

I have so many questions about her. Mainly I just which I'd been able to actually meet her. Today is a new day filled with possibilities of the unknown. Anything could happen today.

What I do know is I have a date with my favorite person.

But first I need to get up. Going to the bathroom I start my morning. Like most, I wash my face brush my teeth. Use the toilet then wash my hands. I head down to the kitchen looking for all the usual ingredients for my morning workout smoothie.

It consists of berries, one banana, low-fat plain yogurt, a bit of oats, super greens powder, chocolate protein powder, and lastly a half a cup of warm water. I combine everything in the ninja blender and press start. While it whirls away I put all the leftover stuff back into their place.

Basically, I can't start my day without one of these smoothies. Since I'm not keen on breakfast this is what I have as a replacement. When the blender stops I cover the mug with the adjoining top. Taking it with me on my way downstairs to my workout room.

It's not as equipped as a gym but it has everything I need. I start first with a brisk jog on the treadmill. This gets my heart rate going while warming up my muscles. A light coat of sweat begins to form on my forehead as I get into it for a half hour.

When I press the large-stop button I'm sweating more than before. I take a large gulp of the smoothie and set the mug down. Next, I move into doing 10 reps of curl-ups for 5 rotations. Then I end my workout doing 20 burpees. The 20th one leaves me breathing hard due to my accelerated heart rate.

My lungs expand and retract when I inhale and exhale out with vigor. By the time I wiped down all the equipment, the mug is empty. I can really get the day going now. Nothing like an early morning exercise to kick-start the day. It always leaves me feeling good and energized.

The first thing I do is rinse the mug with hot water, leave it with soap in the sink to wash later. I head to my bedroom because after working out I stink and I need to shower before my date which is in an hour.

I strip down stepping inside the shower. I take out my mane of thick wavy brown hair from the hair tye. I throw it out to the sink. Raking my fingers through my shoulder-length hair from the bun I had it in.

There are a few knots I struggle with at first. Hot water and conditioner will do the trick. Turning on the shower I stand to one side until it turns to a bearable hot temperature. Standing underneath when it's just right.

That feels fucking good.

It melts my sore muscle and aches from exercising. The water soaks in my head wetting my hair so I can first lather up with shampoo. Scrubbing away sweat and dirt. Lathering twice each time massage in my scalp in a way that feels incredibly good.

If it were Detka doing this I might have gone mad.

I hadn't seen her hands but I'm sure she'd know how to use them right if she washed my hair. Does she like men with long hair? The real question is if she's even single. I could be here fantasizing about a woman that's already spoken for. How cocky of me? I inwardly chuckle at that. But even if she's with someone I don't give a damn.

I'm going to make her mine. She was mine the moment I lead eyes on her.

cectpa - sister.

диот - idiot.

Detka- baby.